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Lost underwear in Lyon (Rousse)

I joined a French language trip for school children, with RG as my companion. Our base was Nantes. We also took up the option of a side-trip to Lyon. The latter was a big mistake. When RG checked us out … Continue reading

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A false friend betrayal (Rousse)

Led by LL, a bunch of my former students ganged up on me. First they stole my silvery white suitcase. Then they forced me to wear a slogan T shirt that mocked my jawline. I felt ugly and useless. My … Continue reading

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Train trouble at Milton Keynes (Rousse)

The train had almost pulled into the last station on the route when it reversed direction. The guard announced that it would no longer be stopping at Milton Keynes, but instead would call in at all stations en route to … Continue reading

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Mystery childhood relic unearthed in Glasgow (Rousse)

SC and I ‘picked up’ the Glasgow University academic just outside Queen Street station. Rather than catch our train back to Edinburgh, we followed him across town to his office, intrigued by an invitation to consult his exercise book. In … Continue reading

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From garden wall antics in North Berwick to ballroom dancing at Glasgow Queen Street (Rousse)

I hoped that that those travelling in the morning traffic out of North Berwick towards the A1 and west into Edinburgh passed by at a sufficient speed not to notice our antics on a stranger’s garden wall. Afterwards we considered … Continue reading

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Motoring misdemeanours in a silver Volvo automatic (Rousse)

When I awoke I found myself at the wheel of my mother’s silver Volvo automatic heading downhill at top speed along a high-hedged, narrow country lane. I bounced across the roundabout at the bottom, lost a wheel, and landed the … Continue reading

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The Fringe, Finchley, and frightening fiction (Rousse)

One of the women at the cafĂ© table turned to me and asked how I was enjoying my annual trip up to Edinburgh and the fringe festival. I politely explained that I was a resident of this fine city, so … Continue reading

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